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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242818 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Minister Dolores Umbridge shattered every single last one of her collectible pink kitten plates against her pink pin-striped wall.
“I HATE CATS!!!” the enraged witch screamed at the shards littering the pink shag carpet in her office.
Dolores fumed, wishing she had more plates to break. She knew that somehow Harry Potter's continued survival had something to do with the halfbreed cat-witch, Hermione Potter. Dolores decided then and there that she much preferred dogs. Perhaps it was time to start collecting plates with pictures of pink poodles instead.
Dolores really wanted to sack someone over the turn of events too, but such considerations must not be taken without deliberate calculation. Bagman was the evident choice of course, but by paying off his gambling debts from the Ministry’s vaults, the Minister assured his unwavering commitment, and it really wasn’t his fault after all.
Crouch had already taken himself out of the picture by resigning and checking into St Mungo’s Rehabilitation Centre for Incurable Grief and Alcoholism. That would do, at least in terms of explaining the fiasco of the Tournament itself. That would do nicely indeed.
And Percy Weasley, well he was simply a delightful young man. He was eager to please, sharp as a tack, dedicated to the Ministry, the proper chain of Authority and Order, and of all the Weasleys, he expressed the most pride in his Pureblood Status.
Percy Weasley took great pains to loudly make it known to anyone in his presence how displeased he was with his father’s ways whenever they inadvertently came into contact during the course of the workday at the Ministry. And he had filled in admirably for Crouch at Hogwarts, keeping the Minister apprised of the staff’s routines, habits and overheard conversations.
And it was thanks to Percy’s Patronus that the Minister had been informed so quick off the mark not more than 20 minutes ago of the disastrous conclusion of the Third Task and the Headmaster’s rough treatment of Bagman. If anything, the lad deserved a promotion and a full-paid position in the Ministry.
The Minister had taken far too long to choose a Senior from among her pool of Undersecretaries. No doubt some might raise eyebrows at her choice of an Intern for Senior Undersecretary and Deputy to the Minister, but Dolores was certain that Mr Weasley’s stellar qualifications would put all doubts to rest.
Percy Weasley was quite simply the perfect man for the job, and if all went as swimmingly as she hoped, she could groom him to take her place one day when she was ready for retirement--far in the future of course.
Unfortunately the destruction of nearly 70% of Azkaban’s Dementors left it vulnerable. Someone must be punished. Harry Potter was of course obvious; he would be brought to trial as soon as he returned to Number 4 Privet Drive.
But the Minister was determined to have a sacking, and that left only one other choice--Amelia Bones.
Certainly, it would now be a relatively simple task to convince the Wizengamot that Amelia had to go. The Minister could easily lay the faulty decision to station a majority of Azkaban’s Dementors at Hogwarts for the conclusion of the tournament at Amelia’s feet.
This really was the most suitable arrangement, as Dolores had been seeking a good justification to sack Amelia and put the DMLE under the Minister’s Direct Authority for some time. And now, the Minister also finally had an excellent reason to bring Harry Potter to justice for his crimes against the Natural Order of Things.
Dolores had no idea how Harry Potter had wiped out the Dementors. A patronus charm was merely a shield which could protect one from the effects of maybe a dozen Dementors at best; and many adult wizards couldn’t even produce a corporeal patronus. Nor had she ever heard of any spell with the effects which Percy Weasley had described.
But that puzzle wasn’t really important and the Minister would have to put that aside until she had complete access to Hogwarts. Then perhaps she would be able to unravel the mystery behind what must be a secret weapon of the Headmaster’s own devising.
For now, what was most important was that Harry Potter could be punished.
The Minister cheered up immensely, satisfied that events had actually worked to her best advantage. And as she commanded the Ministry’s House-Elves to bin the debris of her rubbished plates, Dolores Umbridge made a fresh cup of tea, added a splash of Brandy, and perused her Spode Magical Pink Room Collection catalogue, searching for plates featuring Poodles.

~o0o~

Remus Lupin embraced Padfoot tearfully, halfheartedly admonishing the black dog which he had sniffed out and discovered curled up in the shadows near the bloodied and thrashed Potters who had collapsed on the ground near the Goblet.
Remus was torn between anger that Padfoot had put himself in harm’s way yet again, and elation at finding him undamaged. And Lupin was more than relieved; he was overjoyed to find the Potters both alive. He had been terrified that he would find their mangled bodies at the conclusion of the task.
How could he possibly be angry with Sirius? If Remus could have controlled his own changes and lycan urges, and passed through the wards, he knew that he would have been there as Moony by Padfoot’s side, doing everything in his power to protect Harry and Hermione. Remus felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, and looked up to see Albus Dumbledore smiling at them both through watery eyes of his own.
“Go with Sirius, Remus.” Albus said tenderly, “Take some time to yourselves. We have everything well in hand here. The Potters appear to be safe and and mostly sound. Poppy will look after them for now.”
Madam Pomfrey apparated the pair of young wizards directly to the infirmary, to avoid a mob scene with the spectators at the gates by the stands. The Headmaster reset Hogwarts’ anti-apparition charms immediately upon his own arrival in the Hospital Wing.
The first thing the Potters did upon escaping Madam Pomfrey’s clutches was rush to Fleur’s bedside. Harry and Hermione both set upon the groggy young witch who was dosed heavily with pain-relief and calming potions, covering her with kisses and tears.
“Fleur...” Harry choked as he stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.
“Are you alright?” Hermione squeezed Fleur’s hand and hugged her carefully, kissing her on the lips.
“Mes Amours...” Fleur murmured as she returned their kisses.
Unable to hold themselves back, Daphne, Parvati, and Luna--who had all been hovering around Fleur until the arrival of Harry and Hermione--flung themselves on the Potters.
“I’m so happy you’re alright Harry!” Daphne exclaimed between sobs and she kissed him wetly, before turning to Hermione and kissing her as well, “I couldn’t bear it... I thought you were dying...” Daphne wailed, kissing Hermione again as Parvati and Luna were now tearily embracing Harry.
“Ahem... come along girls...” Madam Pomfrey interrupted, blushing furiously at the rather openly sultry displays of affection, “there will be plenty of time for that later. Both of the Potters should be in bed themselves...”
Poppy sighed as the girls took it upon themselves to act as her ‘nurses,’ tucking Harry and Hermione into a single bed. With a groan, Madam Pomfrey waved her wand and the bed widened so that there would be enough room for the young married couple.
Poppy’s eyes narrowed when she spied Cedric and Viktor grinning and smirking at the scene, both with their own girlfriends sitting beside them. With another big sigh, Pomfrey waved her wand again and a single curtain drew around both the Potters’ bed and Fleur’s to give them all a bit of privacy.
Poppy let out one more sigh--this time of relief--as the hospital wing became much quieter due to the silencing charms on the curtain. Poppy scowled at Albus, his eyes twinkling merrily, as if daring him to disturb her patients and their loved ones. Minerva had already fled the infirmary in discomfort at all of the commotion.
“It’s alright Poppy,” Albus chuckled softly, “I’m leaving now. Any ‘debriefings’ can wait for a day or so. I think everyone has earned a good rest.”
“And where do you think you’re going young lady?” Poppy snapped when Nymphadora Tonks stumbled into the infirmary past Dumbledore as he sauntered out of the door.
“Er...” was the best Dora could manage.
In truth, Dora had rushed up to the hospital wing in a panic, uncertain as to what had become of the Potters. Like everyone else, she had witnessed the astonishing light show in the night sky above the maze, but had no idea what had occurred. She couldn’t make out the details of the ghostly entities flying into the midst of the Dementors and feared the worst.
By the time the frightened young animagus had squeezed through crowd up to the gate, Mad Eye informed Tonks that he had no idea regarding the Potters’ medical condition, but that Poppy had already collected them.
During Order meetings, Dora often found herself very close to Poppy when Sirius or Remus weren’t around--they were the only ones who “got” her. But back at Hogwarts, here in the Hospital Wing, Poppy was Madam Pomfrey, ruler of her Domain. Dora couldn’t help feeling out-of-sorts, like an awkward schoolgirl again as Madam Pomfrey glared at the intruder.
“Dumbledore’s orders... protection,” Auror-in-Training Tonks made-up on the spot as she tried to calm herself, glowering back at Madam Pomfrey.
“Bah! Go on then...” Poppy huffed crossly.
Once she was behind the curtain with the Unaffiliateds, Dora breathed a huge sigh of relief to see that everyone was alive and more or less in one piece. Overcome with happiness, blinking back tears, Dora suddenly realised that she didn’t feel any less the schoolgirl around this lot. But Dora felt much less out-of-place in their presence than she did in the Auror Corps or the Order of the Phoenix.
Madam Pomfrey threw up her hands in exasperation and headed back to her office for supplies to clean up the Potters’ minor injuries and relieve their discomforts, and to retrieve a bottle of Skelegro for Fleur.

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The Dark Lord had been most annoyed when the first day of summer came and went; Goyle and Crabbe still had not returned from the Caucasus region. Fortunately Greyback and his pack had done well keeping the Dark Witch and her Ministry at bay. Fenrir’s obliviation of Avery had clearly taken well enough to prevent him from revealing Voldemort’s location.
Finally, early in the morning of June 24th, Goyle arrived with good news.
A phalanx of sixteen Giants which had been brought across the North Sea on a captured Russian Freighter were now awaiting the Dark Lord’s commands on an Orkney island very near to Azkaban. The Giants had been eager to leave the mountains of central Eurasia with the promise of starting a new colony in Northern Britain.
MacNair had captured and imperiused nearly 30 mountain trolls over the last few months, and he was waiting in an isolated natural harbour near Inverness where the freighter would pick them up. The Dark Lord made some final preparations with Wormtail and they departed for the Scottish coast.
It was nearly 9 pm on the 24th when Voldemort, Wormtail, Goyle and MacNair boarded the freighter with nearly 40 werewolves, the trolls, and twenty lesser-wizard recruits--which Voldemort had taken to calling “Snatchers.” Once they were well underway and nearing the island on which the Giants and Crabbe waited, the Dark Lord sent a message to a group of Snatchers which he had stationed in London to create mayhem in Piccadilly Circus and Diagon Alley, and on the Millennium Bridge, during the assault upon Azkaban.
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